So, every once in a while, I search for people I knew when I was younger. In particular, a woman I once knew as a young man. Most days, I lose an hour searching and I don't find her. Until today.

Editor's Note: Originally written on 8/21/1995, found in my notes while cleaning. I used to write as a character of mine who was a monk from an order that revered Cows, the Royal Order of Moo. We all had names in the order; Brother Charles, Bob, Bill, The Keeper, and Fred (me). I know, it is odd, but I spent time writing as this character and I found that my younger self had a small amount of wisdom. I only hope I can understand and listen to that man as he speaks to me now. I hope you enjoy this series of writings.